The skies had cleared, but my vision is still blur.
I could hear the humming birds, but their song isn’t sweet.
The waves crash against themselves…
The stars are visible, but the constellations are incomplete.
The flowers bloom, but I cannot see the beauty.
Its all there but not visible.
Who knew pain in this manner?
Who heard the soundless screams?
The tears that fell within, the smiles that hid it all.
What is the soul awaiting?
What does it search?
I held on; a bit too tight.
But there is nothingness.
Spring blooms, but autumn envelopes.
I try to reach out;
But I am too far.
The closer I get, the void increases.
And the waves continue to crash against themselves.